Chapter 32: Can’t Beat Her, She’s Pregnant
"Old Madam, I think she planned this all along and even found a master in advance. You absolutely cannot believe her words..."
Tangli pretended to be anxious, with a dark glint in his eyes.
"Alright! Saving the Marquis is the most important thing!"
The old lady's old yet majestic rebuke silenced everyone.
Her concerns are deeper than anyone else's, but the heavy responsibility rests on her shoulders, and she has to make the final decision.
After a while, Wen Ning and two servants half-supported and half-carried Cai Huichun to the inner room.
Everyone looked at that person, and their hearts sank.
Only Tangli was secretly gloating in her heart.
When the old lady saw Cai Huichun's hair was as messy as weeds and he was mumbling incoherent words, she felt a chill in her heart, as if a cold wind was blowing through her.
But the situation is critical now, so we have to give it a try.
Wen Ning spoke softly to her master, "Master, the man who delivered the wine yesterday is ill. I hope you can take his pulse. When he wakes up, I will prepare more fine wine as a thank you."
Cai Huichun grinned upon hearing this, picked up the wine gourd at his waist and shook it, saying, "The wine must be... filled up."
Wen Ning immediately responded, "Okay, I will definitely fill it up for Master."
When the old lady saw that he had an illness in his left leg, she immediately ordered someone to bring him an armchair and place it in front of the couch.
Cai Huichun stretched out his fingers like dry branches and gently placed them on Xie Jinglan's wrist.
At the moment of contact with Cun Guan Chi, the hunched back suddenly straightened, the cloudy eyes suddenly became a little clear, and the whole person's temperament changed.
Everyone in the room held their breath, fearing that they would drive the old man crazy again.
After a moment, Cai Huichun's lips trembled slightly, as if he was about to say something, but suddenly all his strength disappeared.
He slumped down from the armchair and shrank back to the bed, trembling.
"It wasn't me... It wasn't me who poisoned... "
His eyes moved restlessly, and his cloudy eyes were full of fear.
Wen Ning hurried forward and patted his master's back to comfort him.
"Master, don't be afraid. This poison was not given by you. You only need to tell Ning'er which poison the Marquis was poisoned with."
Cai Huichun held his head and dug his fingers deep into his dry hair.
After a while, a mosquito-like sound leaked from between his arms, "...Yuanyang Sha...Ice Marrow Powder..."
Wen Ning's face was solemn, and she murmured in a low voice, it turned out that the other poison that the Marquis was infected with was called Yuanyang Sha.
However, she knew nothing about this poison, let alone the antidote.
"Old sir, do you know about the Mandarin Duck Evil?"
She looked to the court doctor for help, but received only an equally confused shake of the head.
Her gaze returned to her master, and Wen Ning asked softly, "Master, do you know the antidote to these two poisons?"
Cai Huichun's eyes were stunned and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
He shook his head hesitantly and buried his head deeply in his arms.
Her fingertips unconsciously clenched her sleeves. Wen Ning's voice was slightly hoarse as she asked her master for confirmation. "If Ning'er pierces the seven acupoints with a silver needle, can it save the Marquis' life?"
After a long time, the curled up figure moved almost imperceptibly and nodded very lightly.
Wen Ning bit her lip, turned around and bowed deeply to the old lady.
"Acupuncture requires absolute tranquility. Madam, please ask everyone to leave for now."
The old lady paused for a moment with the Buddhist beads in her hand, then slowly raised her hand. Seeing this, the other people in the room all quietly retreated.
Looking at the silver needle in Wen Ning's hand, the old lady was still worried, so she left Nanny Zhou and the court physician by her side, and the three of them held their breath in silence.
It takes nearly two quarters of an hour from the time the silver needle is picked up to the time the last needle is removed from the hand.
The clothes on Wen Ning's lower back were soaked with cold sweat and stuck to her skin.
She felt her vision go dark and she staggered, holding onto the bedpost.
Xie Jinglan, who had no reaction during the whole process, suddenly arched his body and spat out a mouthful of black blood on the quilt.
Then another mouthful, and another...
The old lady didn't care about her manners and rushed to the bedside, trying to wipe the blood from the corner of her grandson's mouth, but her hands were covered with his gushing blood.
"Someone come! Someone come quickly!"
Three or four maids rushed over to collect the blood, and the copper basin was instantly half full.
The old lady saw that her grandson's carotid artery was bulging and his nails were turning purple.
"You slut, what are your intentions?"
She roared, her whole body shaking.
Wen Ning, who had just exhausted all her energy, was now completely exhausted. She allowed the two maids to drag her to the outer hall. She could only vaguely hear various sounds coming and going.
Tangli suddenly knelt down and kowtowed, taking the opportunity to add fuel to the fire.
"Old Madam, this slut clearly saw the Marquis vomiting blood and was afraid of being held responsible, so she pretended to faint and escaped. You must not let her get away with it!"
The wrinkles on her old face trembled violently for a few times, and the old lady shouted sternly: "Drag her out! Wake her up!"
A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Tangli's eyes, and she immediately winked at the two old women.
"Hurry up and drag this bitch out and beat her hard!"
Soon, the two maids pressed Wen Ning onto a black lacquered bench outside the yard.
The hemp rope cut into her slender ankles, and her wrists were tied crosswise to the crossbars of the stool legs.
A basin of cold water was poured over her head and face, and the biting cold water flowed through her hair into her collar.
Wen Ning woke up instantly, only to find herself tied to a bench.
She didn't care about anything else and asked anxiously, "Did the Marquis spit out a lot of blood?"
Tang Li curled her red lips into a cold smile, pressed her head hard on the bench, and deliberately raised her voice, "You bitch, your mind is really vicious. You call it acupuncture, but in fact you want to kill the Marquis!"
The servant beside her swung a jujube wood stick, ready to attack.
Xie Jinglan finally stopped vomiting blood at this moment. His fingertips trembled almost imperceptibly, and a ray of clarity rose in the depths of his half-closed eyes.
Madam Xue staggered into the inner room, grabbed the old lady's trembling wrist, and knelt down to complain, "Old lady! You can't hit her! You can't hit her!"
The old lady was furious and shouted angrily, "Of course I can't beat her. You are the Marquis's wet nurse, how can you speak in favor of that lowly maid? Are you old and confused?"
Nanny Xue's lips trembled a few times, and she finally made up her mind to tell the secret.
"It is precisely because I am the Marquis's wet nurse that I have to say something. That girl cannot be beaten. She...she is pregnant with the Marquis's child!"
It was as if a thunderclap exploded in the old lady's ears, and countless thoughts flashed through her mind.
"Are you telling the truth?"
"I've been a wet nurse for so many years, and I've never been wrong in judging whether a woman is pregnant. This matter is of great importance, and I dare not speak nonsense. Madam, please ask the palace doctor to examine the girl. If she is not pregnant, it won't be too late to punish her later!"
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